Hi to all the people that are selling me   Here's one straight from the factory   They've sewn my eyes up in their sockets   I dip my hand into their pockets         Is there anybody there   I could swear I'm not alone   Show your faces if you dare   Slaving platinum to bone         One big man with a good connection    Takes the whole damn ship in the wrong direction   I don't mind him misinterpreting me   I hate it when he gets us lost out to sea         Late at night when I'm lying in bed   I've got to say a prayer for my daily bread   And early in the morning when I'm still asleep   You sit upon your throne making grown men weep, with boredom